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ChreiyaL Poetic Bard lvl 34 from Land of Mists and Flight Since: Jul, 2012
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#101: Sep 2nd 2012 at 3:57:43 PM

The sensory deprivation from having texture and depth to feeling nothing at all left Kyris wide mouthed. It was a sudden feeling, like plunging into an ice bath. There was a pure light all around her and she wondered if she died, that that voice she had been following was simply something left over from her childhood. A phantom seeking to be reunited with her family, or some such. Yet, now didn’t feel like the time to rest, now felt like she wanted to shield her eyes but there wasn’t any place she could go, no place that offered rest from the overwhelming brightness.

Then she heard it again, a voice-the same as before- apologizing for immanent pain. But before she could come to realize the full intent of the words, her body felt like it was being torn asunder. The pain went on for what seemed like hours. Every single second was one of either freezing the very blood in her veins or melting through sinew and bone to reach her soul. There was no comfort at all, only assault that seemed to come at her every sense, yet she couldn’t find herself screaming. And that was the worst torture of all.

And then it stopped instantly as if it had never happened and left only a dull ache and nausea in its wake. She laid in the cave for a while, simply allowing herself to flow back into the present. Her senses came back one at a time, first hearing and sensing she was alive. Her heart beat seemed to echo the voice’s last command: Help the others. What others?

Next feeling the smooth hard surface of the cave’s floor, then finally sight. Once fully in the present, her mind quick started and she jumped up and cradled her head. It was as if she had forgotten the pain was over. She let loose a slur of expletives while slightly rocking. She had cursed everything that could be cursed in that slew of colorful profane nonsense.

After a minute she had realized where she was and looked around. Beside her was a man frozen in place with concern on his face. He had leaned down to her and she looked up with angry frustrated eyes. She growled and snapped at the man, still shaken from her ordeal.

“The Hell was that? The Hell are you?” She growled again before standing up and flexing her muscles, allowing the tension to leave before getting a clearer picture of the man. Upon flexing, she noticed something catching her eyes. Gauntlets, shiny and new. She made a quick fist with her hand, testing it before turning back to the man.

“You responsible for what I went through?” She narrowed her eyes and turned up her lip. “Because if so, I have a few choice words and most of them start and end with my left and right hand.”

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#102: Sep 2nd 2012 at 5:18:27 PM

"Um, no? I just saw you on the floor and was trying to help. For all the good it did me." The words came out in machine gun bursts. "Well, glad you're okay." Then Larry turned away and reached for the rock.

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#103: Sep 3rd 2012 at 2:30:18 PM

Cave

One by one, the men who had made the journey here reached for the meteor. Orange Coat hobbled over from where Byron had set him and reached for it too, so great was the urge within him.

They were instantly whisked away to the nothingness that Sophie and Kyris had already been to. Nothing to see, or hear, or even smell. Though they had all been taken at the same time, none could see the others anywhere they looked. The pain came almost instantly. From every direction and non-direction of this limbo. Into their bodies, like someone poured lava into their veins. The voice must have been in a hurry, no apology in advance came for the mass knighting.

Finally they voice made itself known by listing off their names.

"Byron Alknight, Knight of Molten Steel."

"Xavier Maestus, Knight of the Shooting Star."

"Ryan Hardins, Knight of the Sky."

"Adam Smith, Knight of the Mind's Eye."

"Larry Curtis, Knight of Perception."

"Leartes Tijiwarola, Knights of Cold Steel."

Just as suddenly as they were whisked away, the group was back in the cave, sprawled out on the ground. Except Ryan, who was sprawled out on top of Xavier.

It only took a few moments for Leartes, as Orange Coat's name had been revealed to be, to come to. The first thing he noticed was that his leg was healed. There was no pain and no sign of blood on his jeans. The latter was probably because his jeans, along with the rest of his clothes had changed. Gone was his orange coat, replacing it was a pale blue great coat with pearly white buttons holding it closed. Above that was a white over cape that reached his elbows. White pants had replaced his jeans, and leather padding covered certain areas of his body.

"What the -" he started to say while getting up only to find another surprise, a tomahawk in his right hand. Leartes had never used a tomahawk before, he wasn't sure he'd even seen one before. For some reason, he felt like he knew how to use it.

And there was something else, a power inside him. He wasn't sure what it was - wait, Ice.

The others who had touched the rock were coming out of their daze. They too had different clothes and old Earth weapons with them.

"Use your power! Save the others!"


Outside

While Jerome braced himself, Darrel's rock flew true. With perfect aim the rock whistled through the air towards the armored man. The rock made contact, the pilot had struck Bushuda's cannon arm.

With a metallic clang as it hit the armor, the rock bounced off harmlessly and hit the ground. A bit of dust was blown up before it rolled a bit and stopped in the bushes. Completely ineffectual.

Darrel would have run right into a rocket if Bushuda had not noticed Cosmo making another go at Daalye. Making a ninety degree turn, he fired in the direction of Cosmo, Sophie and the winged woman. Daalye had felt Cosmo coming at her well before the rocket was fired while she blocked Sophie's attack. Spreading her magnificent wings, she took to the air. Sophie found herself swinging at nothing, Cosmo ended up grabbing empty air. Both had a rocket coming in their direction.

Back with Derrel and Bushuda, the unarmed man succeeded in making contact with the armed one. Rather, his shoulder made contact with Bushuda's cannon as the Hexra swung it around like a giant metal bat.

Notob continued advancing on Jane, fangs bared and mechanical legs creaking their way towards her.

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#104: Sep 3rd 2012 at 3:31:27 PM

Sophie Roberts — Frustrated at Daalye, Outside

"Ah!" Sophie swung the blade and... hit air. Damn, this feather-freak was out of her league and had some experience in fights before hand. There's nothing she can do. "Wait... AH!" in an emergency response, Sophie placed a spherical shield around both herself and Cosmo. Hopefully it'd protect them from the oncoming projectile explosives ready to blow her and Cosmo to little black, ashy bits.

"Hey you! Nano-something or other!"
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#105: Sep 3rd 2012 at 3:35:40 PM

With the woman gone, Cosmo stumbled a bit before dropping down, closing his eyes from the pain, his mind fading off.

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#106: Sep 3rd 2012 at 3:46:34 PM

Darrel - outside

The rock did nothing, which was unexpected. Darrel expected it to do very little, but not literally nothing. It hardly mattered, since the man with the weapon suddenly turned away to fire at the lady with the sword; the friendly lady with the sword, that was. It gave Darrel the perfect opportunity to close the distance and-

Darrel experienced a pain in his shoulder and a slight whirring sensation as his body suddenly spun around and slammed into the ground, creating more pain. Slightly dazed and face down in the dirt, Darrel tried to assess the damage; nothing in his shoulder seemed to be broken, but it was dislocated.

Darrel tried to get up, but only succeeded in flipping himself over so he could actually look at the man with the rocket launcher. Well, since the rock hadn't done anything, now there was actually nothing Darrel could do himself that would not end in a violent, gibbed death. But just laying back and giving up wasn't Darrel's style. So, gritting his teeth and raising up his good arm slightly, Darrel flipped off Bushuda.

edited 3rd Sep '12 3:47:51 PM by FirockFinion

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#107: Sep 3rd 2012 at 3:51:59 PM

"What the fu-," Larry said as he sat up off the ground then closed his eyes and slapped his hands over his ears. If he'd had a third hand it would have gone over his nose. For a second he could see everythingaround him in painful detail, hear every whisper of breath or breeze, smell everything and everybody in the cave and wow, some of these people, including himself, were ripe, even the girls. In fact he realized he could tell which were girls and which were guys even with his eyes closed just by the smell. He suspected that if he knoew them long enough he'd be able to do the same for individuals. Slowly he opened his eyes and realized he could control the detail he saw things in and dialed it back to almost normal, then the same with his ears and nose.

Help them!

"Yeah, yeah just give me a second so I don't go crazy."

He looked at himself and realized his clothes had changed. He was dressed now in supple, but strong brown leather pants and a mottled green tunic over which was a black leather vest. Matching elbow length gloves and knee high boots, also of black leather with a grey trim around the tops completed the ensemble.

Well, not quite. Next to him was a...staff in three sections, of ebonywood and connected by links of steel. The two outer section were caped with silver. He'd never even heard of a weapon like this but somehow knew how to use it.

"Striking Cobra" he named it and picked it up then headed towards the cave mouth.

edited 3rd Sep '12 3:58:22 PM by tricksterson

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#108: Sep 3rd 2012 at 4:15:32 PM

Pain. There was pain. Quite a lot of pain. Even more pain. PAIN. But eventually, it subsided. It didn't took long. Only an eternity...

Adam blinked. He was kneeling on the floor, supporting himself with his arms, nearby the rock. Yeah right, I will never trust some kind of stupid vision again. He thought bitterly. Than he realized that his old duster disappeared and he was clothed in a strange, ornate leather armor. Even his beard was trimmed. He heavily got himself back on his feet, and realized that there was something in his hand.An...ax? What I am supposed to do, chop wood?

The ax didn't look like something for chopping wood. Despite its relative plainness, its design was smooth and simple in a certain dangerous, predatory way. From a simple glance it was clear that it was weapon for chopping limbs and heads.

Just as he made a first step back outside, another...feeling hit him like a hammer. A jumbled mess of anger, fear and various other emotion, which clearly were not his. They almost smashed him to the ground. Holding his head with a free hand, he moaned and desperately tried to bear the alien feelings in his own mind, paralyzed in a desperate fight to regain control over his own brain.

edited 3rd Sep '12 4:54:54 PM by Drakovicz

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tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#109: Sep 3rd 2012 at 5:45:54 PM

Larry, still shaky from the pain of his, initiation? Sure, he thought, lets call it that, got on his feet and went to the cave entrance blocked by rubble.

"Okay, you can do this," he muttered, "Focus," and started looking for a good place to dig without bringing everything down on himself.

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#110: Sep 3rd 2012 at 6:09:04 PM

What just happened?

Pain...and then...power?!

No time to think! Had to help the others..Wait, are those ''swords'' in his hands?!

He stood up, looking around at the others.

"We have to help those outside!"

edited 3rd Sep '12 6:23:41 PM by DeathChariot

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#111: Sep 3rd 2012 at 7:29:25 PM

"Great idea! How?" Leartes said.

He walked up to the rubble that blocked the entrance. The rock provided plenty of light, enough for him to see the boulders had completely sealed them in. There was no light coming in from the other side. No whistle of wind bringing fresh air into the cave. The blue and white clad man looked at his tomahawk and then angrily brought it down on a nearby rock. It chipped the rock into two.

"Great, one little one down, a hundred big ones to go."

He looked over to the assembled group, "Anyone got a jack hammer? Or stick of dynamite on them?"

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#112: Sep 4th 2012 at 12:59:12 AM

"Got...to...help."

As Xavier stood up he noticed differences that had appeared, to him and the others. He now wore light leather armour: trousers, a vest and long gloves, and a tunic with a belt around his waist and another going diagonally across his body and a hood, the entire outfit being black. He also noticed the presence of a crossbow and a lot of bolts in a quiver, both attached to the belt along his back. As well as all that, there was a strange feeling in him. Somehow, he knew what to do. He extended his arm towards the rocks and somehow willed it, and a burst of rainbow-light errupted from his hand, flying towards the pile of rocks.

"Rainbows, apparently. Not quite dynamite."

He charged it for a few seconds and let off another burst.

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#113: Sep 4th 2012 at 6:12:07 AM

Larry frowned. "No, not there. Hit...there." and he pointed at a spot just below the center of mass. "I think" This new way of seeing things was...new and focusing had never been his thing.

edited 4th Sep '12 7:09:37 AM by tricksterson

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#114: Sep 4th 2012 at 10:54:46 AM

"Ok. Let's try this."

He stood there for about thirty seconds charging it up, then fired a rainbow at the specified spot.

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#115: Sep 5th 2012 at 3:09:34 PM

Outside

It was raining harder now. The ground was turning to mud, making every step that much harder to take as a person's foot got stuck in the ground. The smell of a refreshed forest would have been pleasant had not everyone been fighting for their lives.

The rocket exploded on the shield Sophie had hastily thrown up. The shield held. Sophie herself managed to hold firm despite the internal racketing in her head. Beside her, Cosmo fell into the mud, landing with a splash, throwing mud all over the Knight's clothing.

Bushuda looked quizzically at Darrel's defiant gesture. Or as quizzically as someone whose face could not be seen could look. After a few moments, he bent over and grabbed the fallen man by the shoulder. With seemingly little effort, he lifted Darrel off the ground. His grip was cold, and bruising. Bushuda threw the man. For a moment, there where two people in the sky. Lacking the ability to fly, Darrel did not stay there long. He crashed onto the ground beside Jane. Only the softness of the wet ground kept him from breaking any bones.

Nightmares swarmed over both of them, pinning the fallen heroes to the ground with their invisible hands. Something like giggling reached the ears of the helpless duo. The Nightmares were laughing at their defeat. Notob advanced on both steadily, savoring the moment before the kill.

Above, Daalye paused, frowning at the shielded Sophie and Cosmo and considering her options.

"Bushuda! Another!" she shouted.

Obediently, the armored man lifted his weapon. Before he could fire his attention was taken by rocks flying from the where the cave's entrance has been.


Cave

"Its a start." Leartes said.

Xavier's rainbow beam had managed to punch a hole in their prison. Problem was it was only big enough to fit a person's head through.

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#116: Sep 5th 2012 at 3:58:07 PM

Darrel - outside

Darrel grunted as Bushuda lifted him up, trying to throw a kick at the armored figure but he got thrown through the air before it connected. Darrel landed, sliding along the muddy ground beside the woman with the gun who had been covering the other group. Had Darrel time to think about it, he would've easily concluded that she was a military woman; right now though there was more pressing matters to concentrate on, such as the Nightmares descending on both of them.

Darrel had been beaten, bruised, humiliated, covered in mud, and now unspeakable horrors were coming to hold him down while some cyborg werewolf thing came to kill him. Could Darrel fight his way out of this and save himself? No, not really, but that wouldn't stop him from fighting anyway.

The first Nightmare to touch Darrel took a boot heel to the face; the second took a backhand from his good arm. Even as they swarmed over him and pinned him down with superior numbers, Darrel kept struggling. With his arms and legs both restrained there was nothing really for Darrel to do except deliver an unexpected headbutt to the Nightmare that was unlucky enough to be right over his head. Another Nightmare clamped down on Darrel's neck, preventing that from happening again.

Finally unable to fight back, Darrel allowed himself to concentrate on something else instead and opened his mouth for the first time since the fighting started. "You sons a' bitches! What's the matter, can't fight a fair fight so you get your stupid little runts to hold us down while you kill us like helpless animals? You make me sick! If you take this kind of fight to a real military you'll get your ass handed to you so fast you'll still be bleeding from where they cut it off!" Darrel ranted, showing off his tendency to just keep talking when there was nothing better for him to do.

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#117: Sep 5th 2012 at 5:41:34 PM

Outside

Being called a son of a bitch did not bother Notob at all since, taken in the strictest sense, it was completely true. Darrel might as well have been saying "Sons of women!" to him. It was the rest of the goading that made him pause.

With the rain coming down, and the wet fur providing an unwelcome rank, it was hard to notice, but the wolf man actually smiled. Barking at them - no, not them, the Nightmares, and he was literally barking like a dog - caused the Nightmares to release their hold on Darrel. Jane was still held down. Her rife was being stripped apart by invisible hands. The monsters backed away, giving Darrel some space.

Notob plodded forward a few more steps on his two mechanical legs. Glaring at Darrel with confidence, he crouched low and gestures with his right paw. What the cyborg lacked in vocal communication he made up for with simple body language.

You and me. Lets go!

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FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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#118: Sep 5th 2012 at 6:13:44 PM

Darrel - outside and... not dead?

That actually worked? Darrel could hardly believe it, but the shadows actually backed off as the cyborg werewolf seemed to issue a one on one challenge against him. Talking time was over; now it was back to business.

First things first, Darrel sat up, and grabbed his dislocated shoulder. With some teeth clenching and grunting followed by some pops, Darrel got it back into place. It was still sore as hell and would undoubtedly stay that way for a day or two, but at least Darrel could use his arm again. He moved it a little to test it, then satisfied with that, got up to his feet.

Darrel faced down Notob, sizing the cyborg up. It had a body that was at least partially if not completely metal, so it was definitely stronger and tougher than him. It was a wolf-like thing, so it was most likely faster than him too. It also had big claws and teeth. No wonder it's actually letting me fight. It's not like I really stand much of a chance Darrel thought, moving into a fighting stance much like a kick boxer. Then he started slowly moving to one side while still facing Notob, circling the cyborg. Darrel made no moves to attack just yet; charging into the cyborg's defense and almost guaranteed counter attack would be a bad way to start an already very mismatched fight.

edited 5th Sep '12 6:16:59 PM by FirockFinion

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#119: Sep 5th 2012 at 7:08:39 PM

Larry went to the hole and shouted out, "Hold on! We're coming!," then stepped aside, looked again and pointed to a spot at the top and slightly off-center of the hole that had been made. "There!"

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#120: Sep 5th 2012 at 7:12:36 PM

Cosmo remained unconscious, lying on his back in the mud.

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#121: Sep 5th 2012 at 10:34:39 PM

Xavier immediately started charging a rainbow after the last one stopped, and after about three minutes fired it at the next specific spot.

edited 6th Sep '12 9:29:08 AM by Replica

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#122: Sep 6th 2012 at 5:23:54 AM

Sophie Roberts — Pissed off, stressed, and ready to punch a bitch

Nothing I do works? Well, that was expected., thought Sophie as she looked down to the injured Cosmo who had a face full of mud. She did her best to suppress the racket going on inside that cranium of hers, and then she was splashed with mud. Lovely.

"Huff..." Sophie's energy began to wain, as did the shield protecting the front of the magical cavern. "Dammit, I'm doing the best I can!" she yelled at the abyss inside the cavern. "HEY, GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE! NOW!"

Ugh, she couldn't keep dragging herself like this. Bit by bit, she was losing conciousness. No, no, she had to press on and protect Cosmo! That's the only thing she could do now. "Dammit, why is it me?" Sophie walked on over and strengthened the shield that surrounded both herself and Cosmo. The Knight kneeled to the ground, scooping him up into a bridal carry.

Oiii... you're heavyyyyy!

"Hey you! Nano-something or other!"
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#123: Sep 6th 2012 at 5:50:52 AM

Larry folded up his staff. If this blast didn't work he'd use it to punch some rocks loose.

"You think one of us could have been made Knight of the Shovel," he grumbled.

After about thirty seconds he asked, "How long is that going to take? I do not like what I'm hearing out there."

edited 6th Sep '12 9:19:42 AM by tricksterson

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#124: Sep 6th 2012 at 9:23:17 AM

"My power has a charging time. If we want enough power, we have to wait."

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#125: Sep 6th 2012 at 9:26:59 AM

"Okay, but in the meantime I'm going to try and make it a bit easiier for you." So saying Larry started using his folded staff as a prybar, pulling rocks loose and tossing them behind him into the cave.

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